Not a reflection

Killing its host in the night

It shows its replication

When doubt is felt through the night

A dream

That turns into terror

Not realizing the hallucinogenic state 

I saw her in the mirror

Coming after me

Unmistakable red nails

Just as carelessly chipped

She reached across the hallway 

Smiling as she scratched at my soul

I wasn’t ready to run

I called out

Just as now

There was no one 

When my feet turned to cement 

I started to cry 

The house transformed into a street 

Strangers passing by

Pointing in disgust

At my frantic state

Just as lost as before

Your phone didn’t ring

And my voice didn’t scream

I never want to see myself again


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